TITLE: Happy Anniversary

 

AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory

 

DISCLAIMER:  As usual, Joss owns all I'm just borrowing his people.

RATING: R

PAIRINGS: A/S

SUMMARY: Sequel to SSoS. Angel and Spike's first anniversary. Cordelia throws a party but Angel and Spike have other plans, they have to give eachother their gifts evil laugh. Make me happy, R&R. Warning, sex and smut and little silver vibrating things.

 

A/N: Takes place early during Angel season 2 and Buffy season 5. And just pretend that Dawn is home with Joyce and Giles is... somewhere. R&R please.

 “Ow! Damn it!” Cordelia yelled, dropping the scissors on the front desk of the Hyperion. “Stupid scissors. Wes! Can you get me a Band-Aid?”

Wesley emerged from the office a moment later, Band-Aid in hand. “Here you are.” He handed it to her.

“Thanks.” She smiled, sitting behind the desk. “Can you finish cutting that while I do this?”

“Sure.” Wesley picked up the scissors from where she had dropped them and continued to cut out the letter Y for the HAPPY ANNIVERSARY sign.

Gunn walked in a moment later holding a cake box, a sour look on his face. “Why are we doing this again?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Cause it’s our boss and his kept boy’s first anniversary.” She got up from her seat and took the cake from Gunn to inspect it. “We’re the staff and it’s customary in our society for us to throw the party.”

Gunn snorted in disgust. “Ya, well you didn’t have to go down to the demon bakery and pick up the blood cake. Besides, it’s kinda weird, working for a guy that has a boy toy.” He shuddered, pulling his coat off and sitting behind the counter.

“He’s not my boy toy, he’s my childe.” Angel said walking into the lobby with the boom box they were using for the music. “And I haven’t seen said boy toy in two months. So everything needs to be perfect.” He glared at each mortal in turn. “You get me?”

“Yes sir.” Cordelia said in a deep voice with a little mock salute.

Angel rolled his eyes then turned to Wesley. “Did you get the CD’s I asked for?”

The other man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a few mix CD’s of Spike’s favorite music. “Here you are. Anything else?”

“Suck up.” Gunn coughed into his hand.

“I heard that.” Wesley said through gritted teeth.

“Changing subject now.” Cordelia interrupted, shoving the cake box back into Gunn’s hands and averting the impending argument. “Kitchen.” Gunn did as he was told. “Thank you.” She called after him.

“Do you really think he’s my boy toy?” Angel asked while fussing with the boom box, trying to act casual.

Cordelia rolled her eyes, for what seamed like the millionth time that day, any more and they were going to fall out. “Angel, considering he’s a hundred years younger than you, yeah he kinda counts. And since you buy him things, lend him your credit card...”

“Never let him top.” Spike interrupted her.

Angel turned on his heal and ran towards the door. He wrapped his arms around his childe and crushed their mouths together. After another few minutes of kissing and groping Angel pulled back.

“Glad to see you too pet.” Spike sighed, picking up his bag and handing it to Angel. “Shag now or later?”

Angel turned and quickly pressed the bag into Gunn’s hands, he was unfortunate enough to be passing by. Angel turned back to Spike, he had that evil Angelus glint in his eyes. “How ‘bout both?”

“Works for me.” Spike breathed. In an instant he and Angel were up the stairs, halfway naked and in Angel’s room. They didn’t make it to the bed, they collapsed into a heap of limbs and bare skin as soon as they were in the door.

“Wait... wait...” Angel panted, pushing Spike away from him.

“No, no, no.” Spike smiled, trying to pull Angel back on top of himself.

“Yes.” Angel said as he stood up and zipped up his pants. “My present will be ruined if we do this now. It has to wait until after the party or we’ll never get out of the room.” He said firmly, crossing the room in an attempt to put as much room as possible between him and Spike.

“You say that like a bad thing.” Spike smirked. “Just a quickie then?” He batted his long, beautiful eyelashes.

Angel closed his eyes, trying to avoid the look that always ended with him doing whatever Spike wanted, even letting the bleached wonder top. “No, it has to wait.”

“Fine.” Spike sighed, standing up and pulling on his shirt. “Fine.” He began to pace, running his hands through his hair. “Well, I’m not goin’ to a party, full of your pet mortals, with a hard-on. I’m gonna go take a cold shower, you can... do whatever you do.”

“Right.” Angel said as he slumped down in a chair. He pulled out a book and began to read as Spike walked into the bathroom.

An hour or so later Cordelia poked her head into Angel’s room to tell them that everything was ready. Angel and Spike made their way down stairs and found the rest of the gang along with David Nabit, the Host and the scoobies.

“What the bloody fuck is this?” Spike shouted, turning and glaring at Angel.

Angel couldn’t really form words, all he could do was shake his head as his jaw hit the floor. Buffy rolled her eyes at the vampires. “Relax guys. We’ve known since Cordy called us eight months ago.”

Angel and Spike both turned to glare at the ditz. “What? I spazed! And don’t tell me you wouldn’t too you if you found the boss boinking the guy that tried to kill you for a year.”

“Enough pleasantries.” Willow interrupted. “I didn’t drive two hours in a car with Anya telling stories of the men she’s cursed just to stand around.” She said sternly. “Either we party or someone gets naked.” She stopped, blushing slightly. “Please?” She asked after her little out burst.

Spike took a deep breath and descended the rest of the stairs. Angel walked down as well and greeted David as Spike drifted over to the female scoobies. Half an hour or so later Spike had all the girls, including Cordy, gathered around one of the large couches, all of them giggling like mad. Angel was on the other side of the lobby, at the counter, talking to Riley and growling under his breath.

“You okay Angel?” Riley asked, taking a sip from his beer.

“Fine, just fine.” Angel growled. Every so often his eyes darted to the other side of the room, mostly when a particularly loud giggle fit erupted. “He’s such a tease. Always flirting with women and other guys, even when I’m standing right there! Drives me nuts.” He said through gritted teeth as he poured himself another shot of whiskey and downed it quickly.

He was about to pour another when Wesley took his glass. “That’s enough for you I think.” He put the glass down on the counter and took the bottle from Angel as well.

Angel pouted at the loss of the only thing that was keeping him sane right now. “I’m Irish you know. I can hold my liquor like the Hover Dam.” He grumbled.

Wesley rolled his eyes. “You want to be sober enough to remember tonight?”

“Yes.” He mumbled. What Angel really wanted was to be fucking his boy toy like it was the last night before the apocalypse but he had to wait. Gunn noticed Angel’s pout and tried to get his mind off not being allowed to drink anymore.

“So, what’d ya get Spike for your anniversary?” He smirked, taking a sip from his beer.

Angel stifled a snicker, Gunn wasn’t going to like the answer. “Remember Spike was bitching about never topping a few months back?”

“Yeah...?” Gunn was confused, they argued about that all the time and it was getting hard to pick out a certain time.

“Well with what I got him, he will never want to top again.” Angel smirked.

“So? What’d you get...?” Gunn trailed off as it hit him. He suddenly went very pail, even for someone with such dark skin. He turned to Wesley. “Remind me to never ask about him and Spike ever again, the answer is always disturbing and dirty.”

“Hey!” Angel said in protest. “You asked, besides, I spent the better part of a hundred and fifty years with two very kinky women and one very frisky man. Excuse me if I’m a bit dirty!”

Gunn averted his eyes, taking a long gulp from his beer. He then leaned closer to Angel and asked in a hushed tone. “So, how much did it hurt?”

Angel was about to answer when the Host butted in. “This is a party no? Let’s get on with the cake!”

Hearing the Host’s request, Spike and his giggling group of women walked over, Cordelia holding the cake, which had a large smear in the frosting in the vague shape of Spike’s middle finger. She laid it down on the counter and Smiled. “We sprang for human. You like it?”

“Cordy!” Angel smiled, hugging the woman. “I love it.” Angel smiled down at the cake, it had white frosting, with the words Happy Anniversary in dark red lettering on it. The smell was intoxicating.

“Not to ruin the moment but...” Xander asked from behind Cordelia. “What about us humans?”

“There’s a regular cake in the kitchen, go get it please.” Cordelia answered.

Xander ran off to get the cake as Angel cut two pieces, one for him and one for Spike. Angel handed a piece to the blonde. “Thanks love.” Spike smiled.

“What the...?” Angel trailed off. He had just caught sight of the large silver ball in the middle of Spike’s tongue. “Stick out your tongue.” He demanded, putting his cake down on the counter.

Spike smiled as he slipped the ball between his teeth. “Got it done two months ago, it’s your gift.” Spike waggled his eyebrows. “Like it?”

“Get your pail ass up those stairs before I take you in front of my friends and yours.” Angel said through gritted teeth as he desperately tried to keep himself from bending the blonde over the counter right there and then.

Spike smirked. “Catch me if you can.” He took off, crossing the lobby in three long strides and flying up the stairs, Angel close on his heals.

“What was that about?” Asked Xander, who had just appeared with the non-blood cake.

Buffy, Willow, Tara, Anya and Cordy giggled. “Spike got his tongue pierced.” Buffy said, through the giggles.

“Well, they should have a fun night.” Gunn laughed. “Angel got his dick pierced.” There was a very audible gasp as everyone’s jaws dropped at the same time.

Angel and Spike had made it to the bed, just barely. Clothing littered the floor in the room, all ripped and torn up. Spike was using his new toy to tease every part of Angel’s body he could reach. He ran the large ball along Angel’s jugular causing the brunet’s eyes to roll back in their sockets.

Spike pulled back, ignoring the whimper of protest from Angel. “Guess what else it does love.” He smirked.

“Wha?” Angel asked weakly, he really didn’t care what it did as long as it was back on his body within the next two seconds.

“It vibrates.” Spike said evilly.

At that moment Angel lost it, Spike was officially the best boy toy in the history of civilization. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Angel panted, pulling Spike’s mouth to his.

Spike pulled back a moment later, reached into his mouth and turned it on. He then crawled down Angel’s body and engulfed his hard-on in one swoop. Angel gasped, grabbing onto Spike’s hair to keep from coming right then and there. He had officially lost all ability to speak, much less think. The only thing flashing through Angel’s mind was ‘I love him, I love him, I love him...’ over and over again, the mindless chant of vampire- getting- incredible- head. Angle was about to burst but, Spike being Spike, he had to seal the deal with a bang. He circled the ball around the very tip of Angel’s erection and got what he wanted.

“FUCK SPIKE!” Came Angel’s muffled shout from up stairs.

“Okay.” Buffy said, turning to the rest of the group. “Who had five minutes?”

“Angel.” Willow replied as she scanned the betting sheet they had made. Buffy smiled.

Angel came in great jets. Cum filled Spike’s mouth and he swallowed all he could, the rest dribbled out the corners of his mouth and onto the bed sheets. After Angel had descended into the post orgasmic comma Spike turned the vibrating off and rested his head on Angel’s stomach. “Well, someone hasn’t had sex in a while, huh love?” He smirked evilly.

“Well... with you... apocalypse, helping Buffy with thing...” Angel said, trying to scrape together the five remaining brain cells that hadn’t leaked out his dick, to form an actual sentence. “I’ve... been doing the... five knuckle shuffle... every night... for two months.” He finished with a sigh. “Besides, that thing... is fucking amazing. You’re never taking it out.”

“Knew you’d like it.” Spike smiled, kissing Angel’s stomach. “I’ve got a smaller one too. And a bunch of others that are just as fun as this one. Some of them light up and vibrate. So you can get a blow job in the dark.”

Angel pulled Spike up so he was resting on his chest and wrapped his arm around the blonde. “How did I miss that earlier? It’s huge.”

Spike smiled. “I had the smaller one in. And you were to busy sucking my face off to notice.” Spike licked along Angel’s chest, causing the man to shudder. “So where’s my present?” He asked seductively.

Angel pushed Spike over to the other side of the bed. Pushing back the bed covers and climbing out he made his way to the bathroom. “Lie on your stomach and close your eyes.” He called from inside the bathroom. Spike did as he was told and Angel emerged a minute later, bottle of lube in hand and Spike’s present in its place.

“Not getting’ any older here pet.” Spike said impatiently.

Angel climbed back in bed and sat behind Spike. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” Angel smirked.

“Those are never good words when said by you.” Spike joked.

Angel rolled his eyes and squirted a good amount of lube into his hand. He covered his marble hardness with it then squirted more out of the tube. He reached his hand down and slipped two lubricated fingers into Spike. The blonde hissed as a third then a fourth entered him. They were then replaced by Angel’s thick shaft. Spike suddenly felt something new enter him, when he realized what it was he screamed in pleasure.

“MOTHER OF SATAN, ANGEL!” Came Spike’s shouted voice from upstairs.

“Ha!” Buffy smirked, extending her hand to Willow. “I had fifteen minutes, pay up.”

“Wait a second...” Willow trailed off as she scanned the betting sheet. “You had fifteen minutes for Angel not Spike. Sorry.”

“Aww.” Buffy pouted. “Then who won?”

“Angel.” Willow said dryly, rolling her eyes.

“Angel, Angel, Angelangelangelangel...!” Spike chanted as the smooth metal slid along his insides, hitting that oh so wonderful spot with every pass. His hands dug into the headboard of the bed, causing the wood to splinter. “Bloodyfuckangelyouragod...!”

Angel knew that once Spike started to call him a god, he was close to coming. He only needed that one last push over the brink. Angel decided to use his secrete weapon. He stuck his tongue out and ran the little metal ball along the back of Spike’s neck. Spike burst. His eyes rolled back into his head as he was hit by the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.

“ANGEL!” Spike’s voice shouted again.

“And time.” Willow said looking at her watch. “Who had twenty minutes for Spike’s second scream?” She looked around at the circle of people eating cake. “No one?” She looked down at the sheet and sighed.

“Who is it Will?” Tara asked.

“Angel again.” She answered. “Jeez how does he always know?”

“Probably cause he’s the one screwing Spike.” Cordelia offered.

“Shut up Cordy.” Said Xander, Gunn and Wesley together. The brunet just rolled her eyes.

Spike passed out, collapsing onto the bed, Angel still thrusting into him. One more and he came. Angel leaned against Spike’s unmoving back, trying desperately to fill his dead lungs with unneeded air. After he had regained movement in his limbs Angel pulled out of Spike and rolled off the bed. He picked his pants up off the floor and slid into them.

He walked out the door and down to the lobby. Angel really didn’t care that he was covered with cum, lube, sweat and god knows what else, he was going to collect his money. He walked over to the front counter, ignoring the giggles coming from the girls. Angel reached over and grabbed the money on the counter, he fanned the bills in front of his ear, counting it the way only a vampire could, then pocketed it.

“So...” Riley said trying to break the silence. “You have fun?”

Angel nodded. “Spike may be an immature moron who doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, but he gives great head, especially with that fucking huge vibrating tongue ring.” Angel smiled at the gasps, giggles and blushes his statement had earned from the girls. “Plus, those screams...” He trailed off and shuddered slightly, evil smirk on his face.

“No offence Angel, but I don’t think that a scream like that was all thanks to that little bar going through your man parts.” Tara raised an eyebrow suggestively. “What’s your secret?”

Angel smiled and then slid the little silver ball between his teeth. “Buffy told me what he got me, and I just had to outdo him.” He winked at Tara, chuckling slightly when she blushed. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a comatose boy toy to fuck into the mattress. Good night.” He turned on his heal and walked back up the stairs.

When he got back to the room Spike was still lying face down on the mattress, passed out. Angel chuckled softly as he pulled off his pants and climbed into bed. Spike was awoken instantly by the little ball on Angel’s tongue running over the back of his shoulder blade and Angel’s renewed erection poking him in the back.

“Scream for me.” Angel whispered.

Spike rolled over, kissed Angel quickly then pulled away, evil Spike smirk on his face. “I’m never topping again.” He growled, his eyes filling with lust. “And you are never taking that off.”

“Okay.” Angel smirked.

“And about the tongue ring.” Spike grinned evilly. “You are borrowing one of my vibrating ones.”

“Happy anniversary Spike.” Angel whispered huskily before crushing his mouth to Spike’s once again.

The End

Ta da! I did something smutty for the sequel. I could quite possibly make this a series, I don’t know with school and all. Review and make me a happy writer. Please.

 

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